DESPAIR
Like the dolphin emerging out of ocean For a brief moment to be sighted/
Ideas in hibernation spurt out in a jiffy/
Leaving no tangible shape./
Throbbing heart shoots emotions out/
As water in stormy sea throws sheets/
Leaving no traces on dry sand./
Unformed ideas and inexpressible feelings are nothing but the mist on the falls. /
Woe begone! The distressed souls/
Unable to dress them in words /
Remain deprived of worthy pleasure.
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23/09/2018
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